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[Chorus - Pusha T]I ain't in to fat lippin, I'm in to gat grippinA cat's slippin, is a cat drippinWhy I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittinThe cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kittenPuuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah[Verse 1 - Pusha T]All I wanted growing up was remote controlsNow my whole life remote control, hit the block dope controlGot ghetto corners choking slowGrandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!This one's for my foesFind yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on stringsIt - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto!A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocketCause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop itI rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eyeContagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton MonogramPastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well?These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh![Chorus][Verse 2 - Malice]They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieveHave my mama grieving, crouched to her kneesJealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeveLike a scarlet letter, for the world to seeCan't hide the truth, decendents of painSo y'all get exposed like the sons of HusseinMy game weight grown, this is no factWhen cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac BromeI'm not these rap kids, wit childish anticsWho make diss records, who rock hat backwardsThese are higher stakes, this is not average weightThis is not pinching penny's b---h, this is carrot cakeThis is the difference 'tween rookies and the prosThey pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flowBut so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal'Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well"[Chorus][Verse 3 - Pusha T]They say the Lord closes windows, to open doorsNigga don't make me open yoursSeen hearts beat through, open soresSubliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignorePunchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shitHe who questions I is unfocusedCopperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappearLike hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push'[Malice]Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he?Who curse me, curse me? But doing meIt hurts me so, puts me through changesSo I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!)Acts live, but only if you speak the language...And the rest is Comic ViewStar Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to?You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you *****!
